You.
***
inside my life
these sheets reverberated
a melody
deafening in its silence
asleep in ecru-
hollow cheekbones
***
my bones warmed
ligaments reaching at twilight
for you
yielding to your weathered hands
in parallel pace
***
I see them in glimmers
quiets the crushing tide inside
settle
into the soft ripples of my skin
exhale.
It is.
***
release comes in rivulets of liquid stars
traveling from my womb
to pale gray eyelids
gushing - once alive
dripping
wet
***
open
***
stargazing on ceilings
my ankles cuffed in pearls
sighing
deep
***
waiting for you to c a t c h
breath.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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